The August sun beat down on the harbor as I led my wife Sierra to the boat I’d talked my boss into letting me use for the day. Sierra had been begging me for weeks to take her out on the boat—“take” in both senses of the word. Since Sierra and I’d opened our marriage a few months earlier, she’d become much more adventurous sexually, and she’d brought me right along with her.

She stopped on the dock beside the boat and covered her eyes for a moment. “I wish I’d worn sunglasses.”

“You’d look sexy with sunglasses.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her hard. With one hand I cupped her nice round breast, currently hidden under one of my old T-shirts. Under the shirt she wore the bikini top I’d convinced her would look hot as hell on her. She hadn’t let me see her in it yet, and I was looking forward to the grand reveal once we were out on the water.

She moaned softly and pressed against me. My cock was already hard just from my thoughts of fucking Sierra’s tight little pussy bent over the boat’s seat, and I knew she could feel it.

Sure enough, she slipped her hand between us and gave my cock and balls a gentle squeeze. “Can’t wait to feel this inside me,” she murmured. “I’m so wet already. This is exciting as hell, you know.”

“It is for me, too.” I wanted to shove my hand into her cut-off shorts and find out for myself how wet she was, but I refrained. We were still at the dock, and even though Sierra had discovered a little exhibitionist streak, I doubted she wanted my boss and coworker to watch me fingering her.

I helped her onto the little boat, which was usually used to patrol the harbor, bring gas to customers who had run out, and tow motorboats and sailboats back to their home ports if they broke down. My boss was a pretty nice guy and sometimes let us captains use the boats for pleasure trips around the harbor and islands if it was a slow day. Wednesdays were usually slow.

I started the engines and cast off, and we headed out into the harbor. Even though it was a weekday, plenty of pleasure boats dotted the water. I figured we’d find a secluded spot among the islands, so I headed that way.

Sierra sat on the seat behind me, her legs spread so I could stand between them. It would have been so easy to turn around and fuck her, except for the minor matter of those damn shorts of hers being in the way. She kept brushing my thighs with her feet, and I knew damn well she was doing it on purpose.

This short story is available from Ellora’s Cave; the book’s page on this site has all the link info. And this excerpt is very NSFW.

Footsteps paused outside the room. “Everything okay in there?”

“Roy, fuck off,” Orrin muttered.

The realization that someone stood just outside hit Rachel like cold water. Although the physical reactions in her body continued, her brain switched on again and she tried to muffle herself. What’s Roy going to think of me?

Her face warmed and she burrowed into the mattress, trying to hide herself.

“Just checking in.” Roy laughed. “Sounds like you two are having a great time in there.”

“Oh, we are.” Orrin reached under Rachel and fingered her clit. She shivered and moaned for him to stop, but not loudly enough for him to hear. “I’m fucking her with my socks on.”

She looked over her shoulder at Orrin, who seemed amused by the situation. Grinning, he continued thrusting into her without missing a beat. Rachel found no humor in the situation. Nothing like coitus interruptus.

Though actually Roy hadn’t interrupted anything. Orrin was still fucking her. And her pussy still wanted it even if her brain wished he would stop.

“Boy, you still wearing those fucking socks?” Roy demanded.

“I always wear my socks,” Orrin said proudly.

“I’m telling you, you’d better take off those socks!”

Rachel shook her head. Despite her mortification at being caught this way, she couldn’t help laughing. And honestly, who cared if Roy had heard them? Sex with other people around, or even watching, was the whole point of a house party. She and Orrin weren’t doing anything at all out of line or unexpected. People showed up here to fuck, and of course they’d overhear one another in a space like this.

She had to be honest enough with herself to admit that knowing her cries had attracted Roy’s attention turned her on even more, electrifying her. Proving the point, her cunt clenched around Orrin’s cock, and he groaned.

She didn’t know whether his words or the tone did it, but Roy’s comment struck Rachel so funny she completely lost it. Laughing so hard she could barely breathe, she buried her face in the sheet again.

“Keep making her laugh,” Orrin said. “It’s making her shake in a very appealing way.”

“She isn’t supposed to be appealing when your socks are on!”

Rachel laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. The whole thing had become completely ludicrous. There she was, kneeling on a mattress in a house party “semi-private” room with her lover’s cock driving in and out of her—because during the entire exchange, Orrin hadn’t missed a stroke—and meanwhile, a man she’d just met stood right outside a thin curtain, laughing and complaining about Orrin’s socks.

“She appeals to me no matter what I have on.” Orrin fingered Rachel’s clit again and her pussy clenched. “And I’m fucking her with my socks on.”

“You’d better take those socks off, boy, or I’m going to come in there and fuck her myself!”

Startled, Rachel whirled her head around to stare at Orrin. He shook his head, though his smile said he didn’t mind the idea in the least. “He won’t,” he whispered. “He’s just goofing around. Unless you want to take him seriously.”

As if she’d even consider sex with a stranger. Orrin knew her better than that. That was her brain’s reaction, at least. Her body seemed to like the idea. More moisture added to what had already collected between her legs and she pushed herself back against Orrin without even realizing what she was doing.

“Oh you do like that idea.” Orrin smacked her ass. “Naughty slut, aren’t you?”

She’d learned not to cringe when Orrin called her that. According to him, a slut was just a woman who liked sex. Nothing wrong with that at all. She did like fucking, now that she allowed herself to enjoy it. Now that she had a man who wanted her to like it, who could barely keep his hands off her no matter where they went.

“Did he take off the socks yet, Rachel?” Roy demanded through the curtain.

Did he want an invitation to see for himself? An impulse hit, and for once she didn’t give herself time to think her way out of following it. “No,” she called back. “I think you’d better get in here.”

Orrin’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

She shook her head. She wouldn’t actually have sex with Roy, but—

She had no time to figure out what she would do. The curtain moved and Roy strode in. He stood at the foot of the mattress, eyes gleaming with lust as he watched Orrin continue pumping in and out of Rachel. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze. Roy wanted her, or maybe he just wanted to screw whoever would let him. She gave him a lazy smile and again pushed back onto Orrin’s cock

one of her best shirts, and she didn’t want to ruin it even in the heat of the moment.

Before she could unfasten her black lace bra, Jason reached around her and with one hand undid the clasp. He slid the bra straps down Celeste’s arms and tossed the bra aside.

Her nipples stiffened again and her pussy grew wet. The hunger with which he gazed at her would have scared her if she hadn’t felt exactly the same way.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

He didn’t touch her, but his gaze was almost tangible on her skin. She tingled in anticipation of those hands and his tongue on her bare body, barely managing to keep herself from begging him to give her what she needed.

She hadn’t felt this excited and turned on in far too long. She owed Gina a thank you for taking her to the bar that night. She just hoped Gina wasn’t pissed at her for leaving with Jason.

But that was something to worry about later. Right now, she was nude in front of a total stranger, and rather than feeling awkward or nervous, she was desperate to be fucked.

Thunder growled and Jason echoed it. Celeste wasn’t sure whether he knew he’d made the noise, and it both worried and thrilled her.

He quickly stripped off his jeans and tight black T-shirt and dropped them on the floor. His chest was muscled and well-defined. No hair at all was visible on his torso or around his cock and balls.

His cock was fully hard against his abdomen, and Celeste’s mouth watered as she looked at his glistening cock head.

“Do what you want,” he said. “You’ve told me all of it. What should we do first?”

“How long do we have?” She hadn’t intended to ask the question, but it was something they hadn’t established. For all she knew, he had family to get home to. He had told her nothing about himself other than his name.

“As long as you want.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and smiled. “I can stay an hour or the night. Whatever you want from me. I will leave when you tell me to, but not until then.”

Celeste nodded and before she could ask another needless question, she cupped the back of his head and pulled him down to her for another searing kiss.

This time she pushed her tongue between his lips, and he moaned against her mouth and gripped one of her breasts so tightly it hurt. She didn’t care. His touch was exactly what she needed. He thumbed her nipple as he had before, and she gasped as a jolt shot through her from that touch straight to her core.

Straight to her wet, aching cunt.

She moved sideways toward the bed and he followed. A flash of lightning lit the room again, with another one and a loud crash on its heels. They fell together onto the bed, on their sides with their bodies together.

Okay, it actually released back on January 11, but I didn’t have a chance to blog about it until now, because I’m disorganized like that…

Coming Together: Through the Storm is the latest of a long line of Coming Together anthologies. Each anthology benefits a specific charity organization, and some really excellent authors have contributed their talents over the years.

This is my first time contributing to one, and I’m thrilled to be part of it. Coming Together: Through the Storm is an anthology of weather-related erotica, and all sales benefit Mercy Corps, which provides relief efforts for hurricanes and typhoons.

I saw the call for submissions back in November, just in time to write a story during my short story self-challenge that month, and my brain took “weather-related erotica” to a completely different place. In my story, “Thunder,” the heroine brings home a guy for a one-night stand, and a thunderstorm happens outside while they fuck.

A thunderstorm caused by the guy, who has the psychic power to control weather.

I wrote this before I’d decided to focus on contemporary romance under the Karenna Colcroft name; if I’d thought of it, I would have asked that the story be published under my new Kara Costegan pen name. But since I didn’t think that one through, it’s a Karenna Colcroft story, and I’ll share an excerpt from it on Thursday.